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Photography: Anula MaibergWe’re pretty big seersucker fans, so we’re always ready for a new iteration. The wallet, however, hadn’t quite occurred to us.
Unruly Heir, the same people that brought you the seersucker hoodie last summer, are teaming up with the walletteers at Timo to bring you what the world had been wanting for so long: the seersucker wallet.
Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.
Ah, a benefit bash in Southampton during the high season. Where the fuck else would you find people dressed like this? And god bless ‘em for it. It’s been rather a dull summer so far sartorially, and we welcome this demonic display of madras as much as we would one of those cocktails they’re clutching.
Now let’s examine their full tribal regalia a little more closely - not only are they wearing madras, which any amateur can do, but patchwork madras and clashing bowties. Guy on the left - we’ll call him C.K. Dexter Haven - also has on shorts embroidered with little green lobsters. Guy the right - aka Sniffin K. Bellows IV - is wearing a contrast club collar shirt and a chronic case of lockjaw.
Now please put those jackets away until next year.
Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.
The other day we were musing on the go-to-hell fashions at ultra-fancy Hamptons summer benefits which enliven an otherwise dull sartorial season.
On the flipside, there’s something to be said for the seamier sort of East End bacchanal, the kind where they use any means necessary to pack the joint and drum up publicity, such as the Hugo Boss and Interview magazine shindig at the Kingswood Estate in East Hampton the other night.
Head to toe madras got a boost this summer from the likes of Ralph Lauren and Thom Browne’s Black Fleece collection. However, the full-on matching madras suit effect is a bit much, we feel, even in this realm.
Trust that old dog Glenn O’Brien to show us how it should be done. His plaids are complimentary but not identical; what’s more they’re obviously well-worn and look as if the fabric might be authentically Indian to boot.
Congratulations, Rufus Wainwright—this is without a doubt the most hideous fucking outfit we’ve seen all year! We were pretty sure gossip goblin Perez Hilton was gonna waddle away with the prize, but you just left him in a pile of piggy stardust thanks to the getup you sported at the 15th Annual Watermill Summer Benefit in the Hamptons the other night.
